"Well..."
I had a splitting headache, as if someone had hit me hard on the back of my head with a sap.
Lin Mo struggled to open his eyes, and what he saw was a yellow thatched roof, a few blackened rafters crumbling, and an indescribable smell of musty and fireworks filling the air.
"Where is this?"
He remembered that he had stayed up late at night in a rental house to catch up on a project report, but the computer screen suddenly turned blue, followed by a dazzling white light, and when he woke up he was in this damn place.
Underneath him was a hard earthen kang, covered with a thin, rough linen cloth. The quilt covering him was heavy and hard, and smelled of sweat. Lin Mo subconsciously raised his hand to rub his head, only to find that his hands were a little shorter and rough, covered with calluses and cracks. They were not his delicate hands for typing on the keyboard.
"Something's wrong, something's wrong!"
